Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.